The Hospice Worker

Elsewhere, a Hospice is a place,Steve Shoemaker parents
but in the U.S., the care that
helps the suffering, that relieves
pain, anxiety, and fear, but
may not cure, or halt the disease
process, can take place at home, or
in the hospital.
The good nurse
came and told us that our Mother
could not help but become much worse:
palliative treatment and care
was prescribed. We cried, but saw hands
soft and gentle, clean and kind,
to help her to the other side.

[My parents, Bob & Char, are deceased. Dad died within a week of heart surgery at 82. Mom was debilitated by diabetes and other ailments and needed nursing home care her last years, and Hospice care here last months, dying at almost 91. This verse recalls that experience of a few years ago.]
— with Todd Riley Shoemaker.

The clouds ye so much dread

The line of Tuesday’s reflection on a nearly disastrous Martin Luther King Day celebration fell on the ears of a parishioner in hospice care yesterday during a pastoral visit. Lorraine is sitting in her chair. She can no longer see.  But she can hear when the visitor speaks clearly with some volume, and she is fully alert and ready for more than entertainment or platitudes. The text was written by English poet and hymn-writer William Cowper in 1774. They give voice to faith’s trust in providence…without denying the clouds.

“Wonderful,” she said with a smile at the end of the reading. “I really like that.” Turn the volume up and see what you feel and think.